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Job 10:9 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

9 Please remember that you formed me like clay. Will you now return me to dust?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Remember [earnestly], I beseech You, that You have fashioned me as clay [out of the same earth material, exquisitely and elaborately]. And will You bring me into dust again?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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Common English Bible

9 Remember that you made me from clay, and you will return me to dust.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

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Job 10:9
25 Tagairtí Cros  

Then the Lord God formed the man out of the dust from the ground  and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils,  and the man became a living being.


You will eat bread  by the sweat of your brow until you return to the ground, since you were taken from it. For you are dust, and you will return to dust.’


Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?


and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the maggot, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’


I am just like you before God; I was also pinched off from a piece of clay.


every living thing would perish together and mankind would return to the dust.


how much more those who dwell in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth!


Why not forgive my sin and pardon my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the grave. You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.


Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.


and the dust returns to the earth as it once was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


‘Woe to the one who argues with his Maker – one clay pot among many. Does clay say to the one forming it, “What are you making? ” Or does your work say, “He has no hands”?


No one calls on your name, striving to take hold of you. For you have hidden your face from us and made us melt because of  , our iniquity.


Yet Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we all are the work of your hands.


‘House of Israel, can I not treat you as this potter treats his clay? ’ #– #this is the Lord’s declaration. ‘Just like clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.


Or has the potter no right over the clay,  to make from the same lump one piece of pottery for honour and another for dishonour?


Now we have this treasure in clay jars, so that this extraordinary power  may be from God and not from us.


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